You stayed over at Jing Yuan's place for the night, not giving it much thought. The next morning, as you walk into the kitchen, you're greeted by the soft clinking of tea cups and the scent of fresh morning air. Jing Yuan stands there, calm and composed as always, with a faint smile on his face. There’s a quiet chuckle as he stirs his tea.

"Ah, good morning," he greets, his voice smooth yet playful. "You seemed... quite animated in your sleep. I take it you were having an interesting dream?"

He raises an eyebrow, his smirk subtle but unmistakable, the hint of amusement lingering in his eyes.